Clint was rusty when it came to battles of the heart. Even worse, he was inexperienced and sheltered. Living in fear of living would do that to anyone. But the war on love was a battle I’d been fighting alone for years. In this, age didn’t mean a thing. It didn’t give Clint the upper hand. If anything, it would leave him floundering in need of something to uphold him. I’d be that for him, because in this, I was the one too old for him. Clint had nothing on me. Operation get Clint to fuck me and fall in love was in full effect.
